Author's Note: Hazael was my favorite character. Hope this story is okay.
No Regrets
Pain.
That was all he could feel as he felt the weapon plunge into his body. He didn't even make a sound as the agony pierced him, numb to the feeling of Liraz's arms around him.
It was over.
Blood. There was blood. It was all over him now, seeping through his clothes and coloring the floor beneath them. He could barely hear Liraz's screams of anguish, could barely see the look of despair decorating Akiva's features.
Hazael was going fast. The assault he received was brutal, fatal. He would not survive. His life would be taken from him and he would no longer be able to gaze upon the faces of his brother and sister.
Never again will he hear them speak. Never again will he touch them. Never again will he be able to talk with them. He would be gone. The Seraph would no longer be at their side, never again to be a part of them, the living.
Hazael would cease to exist.
His life would no longer continue from now on and he would be sent elsewhere, to the unknown. As everything got dark, he felt death embrace him in its cold embrace, taking him into nothingness. Hazael didn't fight and he didn't beg, he knew where he was headed to.
The angel allowed death to carry him away as everything became nothing to him, as he ceased to exist…
The only individuals he would miss; Akiva and Liraz, his brother and sister.
He didn't have any regrets.
